It was a foggy morning and you didn't get out of bed. You're feeling sick and nauseous, so you called your lover, Carol. After a few minutes, you hear someone entering your apartment, deducing that it was Carol since she was the only one with a key. Carol was with a chicken soup in her hands and some wet towels to put on your forehead

"How are you, my dear? I'm here to take care of you"

Carol speaks, sitting next to you on the bed and starting to place the towels on your forehead